"Hu, Hu... Cough cough..." Tang Guangming threw away the fire blower in his hand and kept rubbing his eyes.

Chen Da entered the room and happened to see this scene. He hurried forward and looked at him with concern.

Tang Guangming: "I was blinded by ashes. It's okay. Big. We all use coal in our hometown. This is the first time I have to burn grain grass and firewood. When I was a child, the mountains in my hometown were all bare, and even grass did not grow. Unlike here, the eyes were full of verdant. I couldn't see enough for a day."

Chen Da was a little confused about what he said.

Chen Dabuju comparing the painting, roughly means that this is your home.

Tang Guangming: "It's right, this is my home. I promised you that I will support your elders in the future, and I won't leave."

Chen Da reached out and wiped the corners of his eyes, and said, "I'm so confused, you're optimistic."

So, what did Tang Guangming do when burning fire?

He was making breakfast and was also baking the mushrooms that Chen Dagang picked from the mountain.

It’s already summer vacation and the weather is hot. There is finally rain in Hongshi Village in the mountains in the morning and night.

On the mountain, after a rain, mushrooms will grow every morning.

Chen started to pick mushrooms early in the morning. He went up the mountain just as dawn. Every time he went home, he would carry various wild bacteria to improve his life.

What should I do if I can’t finish eating so many bacteria, and there is no need to worry.

General Chen built a small drying room in the flue in the kitchen at home. After drying the collected mushrooms, they can be stored for a long time, kept for winter, or sold as mountain delicacies to tourists.

It’s strange that wild mushrooms are more fragrant than fresh food after drying, such as flower mushrooms and cow shit mushrooms. I don’t know what the principle is.

The only exception is chicken mushrooms. Once this thing is dehydrated, it will turn into wood, and the taste is not very good.

Tang Guangming is from SX Province and from northern Shaanxi. They cook the best pasta when planting wheat on the plateau.

When Xiao Tang was young, my mother was crazy, and when my aunt and uncle saw him, she felt disgusted.

He has been doing farm work since he was a child, washing and cooking, and pasta may not be much compared to locals, but it is also good.

At this moment, seeing that the water in the pot had already increased, Tang Guangming stood up and started kneading.

Last winter, the villagers planted winter wheat, and each warehouse was filled with wheat, and a bag of flour was ground at home.

The temperature in Hongshi Village is very low in the morning, but the well water is warm and steaming.

Tang Guangming kept mixing the dough with his hands, showing beautiful and healthy muscle lines on his arms.

His skin is so fair and shiny, so youthful! Chen Da was watching from the side, but he couldn't bear to move his eyes away. He suddenly felt a little proud in his heart: This is my baby, so beautiful, where can I find such a beautiful young man in this village?

Tang Guangming's forehead was already sweating slightly. When he saw Chen Da who was in a daze, he smiled: "Da, please wipe my sweat."

Chen Da stretched out his rough hand and wiped it on his plump forehead. Everything seemed so natural, as if it was a tacit understanding formed by living together for a long time.

After the dough is mixed, knead it into long strips and cut it into pieces with a kitchen knife. Make a cut in the middle of each dough and put it in a steamer to steam.

When everything was done, Tang Guangming felt a little sore in the fractured area and frowned.

Chen Da was worried and wanted to stretch out and touch it, but he was afraid that the child would hurt, so he sat at the stove to watch the fire.

Tang Guangming used to reading a few pages of books in the morning. He downloaded a "Golden Pavilion Temple" the day before yesterday and hasn't read it yet!

He said, "Big, you look at the steamed buns, I'm going to study."

Sitting in the yard, he whispered: "Every time I see the sun shining in the water fields in the distance, I will suspect that it is a projection of the Jin Pavilion that is invisible to the naked eye. Yoshiba Ridge, which has become the watershed between Fukui Prefecture and Kyoto Prefecture, is located in the east direction. The sun rises from near this mountain. It is the opposite of the reality of Kyoto, but through the morning light of the valley, I see the Jin Pavilion towering clouds..."

When will I write such beautiful words?

Chen Da was burning the fire while hearing the sound of his son studying, and was very satisfied.

After a moment, the steamed buns were steamed and a dustpan was placed, which was enough for the father and son to eat for two days.

The steamed buns that have just been released are the most delicious, soft and fragrant, with a unique grain aroma. Then they are covered with cold shredded kohlrabi or edamame, which is simply the most delicious thing in the world.

"Big, is it delicious?"

"Ahhhhhhhh." Chen nodded.

Tang Guangming fed a steamed bun into his mouth: "Big, my skills are good."

Chen Da ate so much that his cheeks bulged, like a squirrel.

On the other end, Chen Er was preparing the cold-salted radish shredded radish and Bobo chicken that he was going to sell today. The air was filled with a mellow and fragrant chicken flavor.

He sells three chickens every day and eats them every day.

Today’s breakfast was fried chicken breast with rice and a serving of green peppers.

For things like Bobo Chicken, all parts of the chicken are delicious, but breast meat is an exception and is not easy to taste and can only be produced and sold by itself.

Seeing the steamed buns in Tang Guangming and Chen Da's hands, Chen Er looked sad, and the chicken in his mouth was so bland and difficult to swallow.

He felt very upset and felt that he had completely lost to Chen Da in the battle for his son.

But he was still very unwilling to accept it.

...

Chen Da is a physical worker, and Tang Guangming is the time to eat. The father and son each ate five big steamed buns of two taels and poured a large bowl of tea made from cow ears and leaves.

Chen Da made a "ah ah ah" sound, pulled a piece of cake from the yard, wrapped four steamed buns, tied them with grass, and walked out of the yard.

Tang Guangming: "Big, where are you going? Do you still bring food?"

Chen Da compared another picture and said for a long time: "If you don't come back at noon, you...you...you...be good."

"Big, why don't you come back at noon? What are you going to do?"

Chen Da just ignored it and speeded up his pace. Tang Guangming was not good at doing so, so he had to do it.

On the other end, Chen Er also looked at his elder brother in surprise, his lips moved, and he wanted to talk to Tang Guangming.

Tang Guangming didn't want to talk to this unfaithful man, so he took his cell phone to Gong Zhu's convenience store for tea. First, he was a little worried about Chen Da, and wanted to ask the villagers what he was going out for today; second, he didn't want to stay with Chen Er.

Chen Da and Chen Er's houses are connected together, and everyone usually looks up and sees them without looking down, which is quite embarrassing.

When I arrived at the teahouse, it was full of people.

When he saw Tang Guangming, someone shouted: "Chen Guangming, you are here, come and sit with me."

Tang Guangming: "My surname is not Chen."

Another villager asked: "Guangming, who is your father, Chen Da and Chen Er?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Go away, what Chen Guangming, don't talk nonsense. Xiao Tang is so thin, so he won't make you joke like this. Besides, he is a scholar, can you talk to you old men together?" Gong Zhu came over to stop everyone from joking: "Guangming, are you still sitting under the plum tree on the side of the road? That place can be sunny all day long and quiet, is it still drinking flower tea?"

"Thank you, Sister Zhuhua." Tang Guangming asked: "Sister-in-law, I'm old... Oh, my father Chen Runguo brought food when he went out just now. He probably had to be outside all day. Do you know where he went and what he did?"

Zhuhua: "Didn't Chen Da go to vegetables and mushrooms?"

"No, my dad didn't recite the sacred sac when he went out. Moreover, he picked the mushrooms home just as dawn today."

Zhuhua: "Then I don't know. You don't have to worry about Guangming. Chen Da is very good at it. Our Hongshi Village is just such a big place and can't be lost."

Tang Guangming frowned, but he still felt that Chen Da was strange and uneasy this morning.

He has broken his legs now, no place to go, no money on his hands, and he doesn't know where to start the things he needs to do, and he is very distressed.

Zhuhua placed a small table and a bamboo chair under the plum tree on the side of the road, and sent a cup of flower tea.

Tang Guangming was bathed in the golden sunlight.

He took out his cell phone and started writing a diary.
Chapter completed!